Tuesday, 3 January 2017

His Grandpa- My Grandpa

His grandpa is ever smiling
Cutting jokes, playful
Seemingly, with not a care in the world

My grandpa on the other hand
 is always grumpy, harsh
critical and recalling bitter memories

It’s said old age is like wine
the good ones getting better
bad ones turning more sour
if only my grandpa could be
like his grandpa, more of sunshine
less of the snow- more of soul consciousness
and less of body consciousness!


  1. Life treats us differently and one becomes humorous and another grumpy. One can learn nevertheless!

  2. Thank you for sharing your thought Tomichan! Can see your point of view.

  3. Very sweet poem here. I like it. Thanks for sharing.

  4. Thank you Jamshed! Happy you liked it!